Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Yolisiwen looked at the video projected on the galaxy, which showed the speeches of the representatives of various planetary forces. They were full of passion and ambition.

It was totally out of place with the Death Star Sea in the background, and failed to stir any emotion among anyone present.

"To those people, winning or losing is far more important than anything else. Killing monsters is just for the so-called points, winning or losing."

Mu Yuan behind him didn't say anything. In his eyes, those words were like a drama, a ridiculous drama.

These people keep saying that they want to win and want to be first. It’s easy. Just go and kill a demon god of time and space. Whoever says you are not first? I, Mu Yuan, will be the first to step forward and beat him up.

"Don't look at them. These people are just pretending to be so enthusiastic. Do you really expect them to bring about changes in the battle situation?"

Yolisiwen sighed, turned around and walked towards the warship with Mu Yuan. The projection happened to play Fang Zhixin.

A voice with obvious provocation sounded:

"By the way, how many points does a Spacetime Demon God cost? The person in charge of the Interstellar League suggests that the price be clearly marked."

"Oh, this is my first time participating in the league. I think everyone wants to kill a space-time demon god. We are not the only ones who want to do this, right? What do you think? Everyone... princes, princesses, dukes, and representatives of various forces..."

The people stationed on the coast of Guxing Sea looked up curiously and then laughed. On the one hand, they felt that this person was too arrogant, but on the other hand, they felt relieved.

"That's a big statement, Killer of Spacetime Demon God. Not bad, at least there is someone who dares to say that."

"That's pretty crazy. Even though it might be a joke, it's refreshing to hear. I also want to say this to the representatives of those broken forces."

Mu Yuan glanced at the projection of the black-haired girl, then withdrew his gaze and walked away in the wind.

"Young people are quite crazy. I like that."

When the projection was playing, there were already quite a few people at the temporary settlement, and then the warships that landed one after another lined up on the coast of Star Sea.

Like a long winding dragon lying horizontally, every dragon scale is sparkling with colorful light.

Yolisiwen did not accept the invitation from the Star League to become the so-called commentator of the league. He only said that he would open the military exchange office and would not provide any other help.

"The front line is tense, and ensuring the league goes on normally is the limit of what the legions can do. I don't expect the league to help the legions, and I also ask the league to control the participants and at least not cause us any trouble."

Lake shook his head and sighed: "This is a battlefield, not a place for talent shows. People will die here."

By the time the Galaxy Galaxy Academy entered, the entire lifeless area had become extremely lively, clearly separated from the distant legion base.

The spaceship came to a steady stop, and students walked out one by one, looking around curiously and sticking their heads out to observe their surroundings.

The same was true for the six people in Guan Canghai. Fang Zhixin looked around, sniffed the air, and frowned unbearably.

“There’s always a smell of death in the air.”

An irrepressible smell of desolation lingers at the tip of the nose, making people feel uneasy.

Fang Shaoli, who was walking in front of Fang Zhixin, stopped and said quietly: "It is indeed the smell of death. This place... is already a cemetery."

Fang Zhixin took a step forward, and his vision suddenly became clear. What came into view were floating wreckage, decaying weapons, and broken warships.

It seems that there is no distinction between day and night here, and it is always dark. Against the backdrop of the black universe, it is like a wooden cart stuck in a quagmire. The owner of the wooden cart has long disappeared, but it is certain that this is not a good place.

Looking across the starry sea filled with debris and into the distance, all you see is darkness, an undetectable boundary, and an unfathomable abyss on the other side.

"This is the Ancient Star Sea."

Du Ruo turned his head and his eyes fell on the distant warship. The warship was already scarred, but it was still stationed on the shore stubbornly and silently.

"I think the interstellar people are quite excessive."

In the cold and lonely marginal area, several people clearly heard Lu Yuan's sigh.

Bai Yuefeng silently patted Lu Yuan's shoulder. The forgotten hero, those masterminds behind the scenes were indeed inhuman.

"Those people are really going to any lengths to separate the army and the people for their own benefit." Zhong An stretched out her hands to crush the floating wreckage, her tone flat, but those who knew her understood that she hated those behind the scenes.

"Mr. Ils didn't come. He took most of the people who didn't want to come to cause trouble." Fang Zhixin said with a slightly exaggerated tone, "The fact that the Star League can be re-established here and let the world see the scene here is probably something that many people have fought for."

"The old man was so mysterious before, he must have been going to do this, but..."

"It's just that the two sides' attitude of never having any contact with each other is not achieving the best effect no matter how you look at it." Du Ruo took over the conversation, twirling her hair and looking at the legion's camp.

Six people were looking at the scenery here, not knowing that someone else was watching them. After all, Fang Zhixin's shocking words provoked everyone by himself.

Her teammates are no pushovers either. The battle video of Guan Canghai is still vivid in her mind.

stare---

"........."

The six people couldn't continue the conversation. The feeling of being on edge was too obvious, as if they were being poked into a sieve by all those looks.

It was Abra who pulled a few people away from the venue, and then pulled Du Ruo to the corner.

Abra looked around, made sure there was no one around, and then turned off the sound. He said to Du Ruo, "I have divined that something big will happen. Be careful."

Du Ruo said "Oh" without changing his expression.

"Oh? Is this your reaction?" Abra puffed her cheeks. She reminded him with good intentions, but this person didn't take it seriously?

Du Ruo chuckled: "To be honest, it would be strange if nothing serious happened. I don't know much about divination, but I know my teammates very well."

Is it still necessary to divine? Several people in the team are already gearing up to fight the Space-Time Demon God. How can it not be a big deal?

And the most important thing is that I should be able to meet those people, those people all over the stars.

Abra's mouth twitched: "Tell me the truth, what are you going to do?"

"What?" Du Ruo pointed to the other side of the star sea. "Of course, we're beating up the Spacetime Demon God. Now that we're here, how can my teammates let him go?"

Abra: "…What Fang Zhixin said was not a joke…"

"No joke, I'm going back first, you can do whatever you want." After saying that, Du Ruo turned around and walked towards his teammates, leaving Abra alone in a disheveled state.

Are these people really reliable? Are the fortune-tellers' predictions reliable? Can you avoid death by following these people?

Are you sure you want to avoid death? Rather than die early with this group of people?

Looking at Du Ruo's swaying pink twin ponytails, Abra really couldn't understand why she didn't avoid it but instead faced it when she knew that there would be something dangerous ahead.

Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?